Better shelter is a myth people tell themselves so they don't notice they are still sleeping near a door that wants to become a mouth.The warehouse is better, though.Maya hates that.It sits at the edge of a residential neighbourhood, squat and ugly, with corrugated metal walls, one loading bay, two side exits, and the defeated smell of old cardboard. In its previous life it probably stored office chairs or printer toner or other items civilisation once considered worth transporting across cities.Now it stores Maya, Dex, twelve bottles of water, seven tins of food, one crowbar, and a level of tension that should technically require its own shelf."Homey," Dex says, looking around.Maya shines her flashlight over the cracked concrete floor. "Yes. Very industrial chic. All it needs is a rug and fewer ways to die."They found the place after leaving the community centre at dawn, when the dead gathered too thick near the front entrance and the back alley started making noises an alley
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